Compared with other articles, poetry is closer to natural feelings and obtains * * * sounds.
This is also the reason why people like poetry.
One of the poems I came into contact with was reading poems, then copying them when I saw good ones, and then writing one or two poems that I couldn't handle for myself to play with.
Read this poem
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The earliest poems I read were from the textbooks of the first grade of primary school, including "Getting Up Early in Baidicheng" by Li Bai and "Dengque Building" by Wang Zhihuan in the Tang Dynasty, and "Jueju" by Du Fu (two orioles singing green willows).
In the third and fourth grades, the school issued a booklet of ancient poems, about 100, which was idle in class and recited dozens of poems. Once in the commune exam, I had to fill in ancient poems, but there was a poem "There were few idle people in the countryside in April, farming and raising silkworms" that I didn't fill in.
It was not until junior high school that I came into contact with ancient poems in books. In rural areas, there are basically no extracurricular books and magazines, and I am very closed. Of course, I don't know what modern poetry is.
Later, I went to high school and the conditions were better. There is a library. The last class in the afternoon is extracurricular activities (there seems to be no more now). I can play ball games or borrow books. I'm from the countryside, but I can't play ball. I often go to the library and read an anthology of Tang and Song poems, which I like very much. There is also a sonnet by Shakespeare, which gradually brought me into contact with China's ancient poems and foreign poems.
I only know Pushkin and Xu Zhimo.
The popularity of poetry in the 1980s made many people flock to it, including Bei Dao, Gu Cheng, Haizi, Shu Ting, and later Wang Guozhen and Wang Guozhen, whose poems were ordinary and plain. Just because it was ordinary, it catered to many young people in a short time, which was a short-lived fashion and popularity of that era.
The best poems are 300 Tang poems and the Book of Songs, which are simple and natural. Later poems were limited by overemphasis on meter, but they were far from perfect.
When my young friend was in the second grade, I asked him to start reciting "300 Tang Poems" during the break and holidays, two or three poems a day, and "300 Tang Poems" was almost recited back and forth. This year's holiday began to recite the Book of Songs, and he also recited twenty or thirty poems.
Young friends also like to recite poems, and they have surpassed me in the content of 300 Tang poems and the Book of Songs. A few days ago, I was writing "Spring leeks are cut at night-rain and brown rice are cooked fresh in a special way", and I asked him which poem it was. He thought for a moment, said it was "a gift for Wei Ba Chu Shi", and then recited it.
I know these two sentences, but I don't know which one is in the poem. I know "Chu Shi is Wei Ba", but I can't recite it.
Copy poetry
In terms of language expression, nothing is more exquisite than poetry. The conciseness and exquisiteness of poetic language, like the femininity of a little girl, is very popular.
I used to like it and started copying it. I remember the first poem I copied was Romantic Song. (19) 1983 or 1984, when I was in junior high school and my sister was in normal school, she copied this poem from the book she brought back from vacation. I read it and liked it very much, so I copied it down.
What is romance?
Romance, romance, what is romance? Feelings in my heart are like green willows in March;
Romance, romance, who doesn't love romance? The fruit of my thinking is like pomegranate in the Mid-Autumn Festival.
I am a human being, with flesh and blood, and a heart that will be happy and sad;
What I want is human dignity and beauty of mind, and I don't want to steal like an ugly person!
I love the nobility of pine trees and the quietness of orchids, and I will never chase the fishy smell like a fly;
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A self-report of romantic love
I am romantic, I am romantic, and I am the sworn enemy and close friend of Spring. I am like a flower, blooming in the branches, I am like a girl, with shy eyes; I am like a stag, jumping over a canyon, and I am like a lion, wagging my tail.
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Romance and I
In a commotion, we drank our own bitter wine, and romantic love was also regarded as a poisonous snake and beast. The land of my soul is covered with stones, and the riverbed of my feelings is painfully thirsty. After trudging in the desert for ten years, I long for an oasis with water and grass. Facing modern science, I look blank, like an ape who just walked out of the forest. The road of life, unfortunately, cannot be retraced. Youth is gone, leaving only scars.
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Real romance
This is romance, this is romance, dare to fight against cruel fate! This is romance, this is romance, sailing in the long river of history! Expose the creator's plot at gunpoint, and sprinkle a cavity of blood on the barren hills;
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Now it seems that this poem by Rainbow Guozhen is a thing of the past.
But when I first came out of the darkness, the words inside were still very exciting, with the taste of psychological vocabulary.
When I was in high school, I began to copy Shakespeare's sonnets and petofi's poems, Kitajima's poems, Shu Ting's poems, Xu Zhimo's poems, Pushkin's poems and Wang Meng's Long Live Youth.
When I was studying in Confucius Village, the president of my roommate borrowed a poem by Xi Murong from a girl, and I fell in love with youth without complaint. I spent a day copying more than twenty poems.
At that time, books were not very expensive, but why did you copy them? I think I felt the charm of poetry in copying.
Later, I copied the words of Song and Nalan Xingde.
My favorite song is Zheng Chouyu's Mistake.
I walked through Jiangnan.
The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
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If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
Without a sound, the spring curtain in March can't be lifted.
Your heart is a small closed window.
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My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by. ...
I made an inscription:
Sometimes when you revisit the old place, you will find that everything has changed beyond recognition. The beauty and harmony in our memory have been pained by the ugliness of reality, and we will be disappointed.
It is estimated that I was a little interested in a girl at that time, which caused some emotional buzz.
poetic sentiment
Some time ago, I sorted out my diary and found that I also wrote poems, including ancient poems when I was nostalgic and modern poems when I was sentimental.
Poetry is an expression of emotion.
The objects of emotion are scenery, seasons, life and love.
I made a rough comparison of love poems. In ancient times, it was mostly the expression of women's yearning for men, but in modern times, it was mostly the youth of men that filled their hearts and needed to be sung to girls.
The poet's feelings are always a little petty bourgeoisie, or emotional ups and downs, and then words and melodies are just expressed.
Poets in the 1980s, bell bottoms, double tape recorders, frog glasses and long hair are all fashionable sexual characteristics of men. Writing a few poems at school and reading aloud is also a trend, but now it is basically reduced, either beggars or lunatics.
Confucius Institute students are realistic, so there are no poets.
If so, decades later, I think two of my friends are close to poetry. One is Ma Zi, who often writes, but doesn't have much poetic emotion. Reality is like chopping wood in life; The other is Dachai, who doesn't write often, and occasionally writes three or five sentences, all of which are poems. Da Chai is like a Kanto man, but he is actually an affectionate person.
Dachai's poem is written like this.
"Night, it's dark. ...
Look how thick this black is, boundless and bottomless ... Don't push it away. "
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"... the roses on the roadside are still in bloom.
I just want to tell you how beautiful the moonlight and colorful clouds are in the city. "
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"In the golden morning when insects are singing and birds are singing, the wind is slight. ...
We are very happy with each other, and the season is just right! "
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"This spring,
Don't look up, don't look down, not you, not me,
It walks at an unreachable distance.
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You said: people are there, and the heart is there.
But it was separated into distant mountains and Wang Yang by that silence.
You said a poet said:
The secret is hidden deep, and there are layers of fragrance. I can't guess, I can only dream.
When he said this, his tone was low and silent.
Fragile, broken and scattered like glass ... "
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"To youth: your hair and my white hair are nothing more than a morning and a night."
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"cicada wing
This summer will never be frivolous.
Filariasis in July
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Don't pay attention to the noise
Listen to the quiet voice.
Summer night
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So empty. "
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"Escape also likes to leave the noise.
At the other end, your voice, if there is, if not.
Time and space are really far away. ...
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I have had this dream for a long time-it blooms in my dream.
radiant smile
Whispering ......
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There was a crack in your heart.
Inadvertently caught a glimpse of your long loneliness
Struggle and longing are also piled up.
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No one can hear your voice.
Desperately depressed, don't want to be too ugly.
Walking like that, like water traffic. ...
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Want, because: the only, all, meaning of life. ...
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There are many fragments of the mind.
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Throw it in the silent street at night. "
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"The hustle and bustle has finally dispersed, only rainy nights!"
This sentence smacks of Matsuo Bashō, a Japanese haiku master (1644-1694):
"By the lonely ancient pool, the frog jumped into the middle of the water and plopped down."
"The petals of cherry blossoms fell on the shredded pork soup under the tree."
I feel that Dachai is in the distance, whether emotionally or ideally, it is just a living youth wasted by life.
The era of poetry is an era full of ideals, such as the era of the Book of Songs, such as the Tang Dynasty, such as the Song Dynasty, and the 1980s. When that era is over, you find that reality is stiff and sharp, and beauty has fallen into the soil of memory.
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